[i]Wolfe followed her in, Wilson closing the cargo ramp as he entered. Jackson grabbed hold of the railing inside as the aircraft lifted off, and headed away from the carrier. Wilson punched it, throttling up as he roared out over the ocean. After a few minutes, there was a powerful vibration throughout the body of the aircraft, and in moments, they were back over the Dojo, the gunship screaming over the gates. The occupants could feel the altitude dropping as Wilson moved in to land, a thump resonating throughout the Vertibird as it touched down, rotors powering down. The ramp opened smoothly, and waiting by the canopy Wilson had set up upon his arrival some time ago, stood a woman in her combat gear, a duffle bag over her shoulder, marked with the medical cross. Wolfe exited, and gestured for Riley to follow him. Wilson stood from the pilot's seat, and waited for his two passengers to exit.[/i]